Austinist Movie Review: Redacted More Disappointing Than Santa Anna's Showing at the Alamo

Based on the case of soldiers from the U.S. Army's 101st division, who raped and murdered 14-year-old Abeer Qassim al-Janabi in her family's home in Mahmoudiya, Redacted follows the spiraling decline of rationality amongst a check point unit, who gun down a pregnant woman when her driver doesn't understand the soldiers' hand signals to stop. Retaliation for this misstep is quick and painful, resulting in the unit's leader being killed by an IED. Distraught from the loss of their touchstone, the soldiers decide to take out their frustrations, both psychological and sexual, on a young girl who passes through their checkpoint every day on her way to school.
It is at this point that we must remind ourselves that any soldier who would rape a 14-year-old, er, 15-year-old-girl, shoot her in the face, torch her body to dispose of the evidence and murder her entire family is no longer a soldier. They are an animal with no country and no loyalties. We also must keep in mind that the soldiers involved in the case which this film is based on have been convicted of their crime.
That being said, this film is a work of fiction and fiction, by its very definition, is meant to be imaginative entertainment. With all of the hubbub and hullabaloo surrounding its release in the measly number of movie houses that producer Mark Cuban happens to own (that's right, he doesn't just own the Dallas Mavericks, he also happens to own the art house chain, Landmark Theaters) you would at least expect that the film be of such outstanding quality and high entertainment value as to demand the uprising that it has fueled. Unfortunately, what we are treated to is a Being John Malkovich-esque trip into De Palma's psyche, which is not a place you want to spend much time in. It seems that the entire point is not to reveal what is actually going on in Iraq, but to reveal what is going on in De Palma's head regarding the happenings in Iraq, with the internet being the only source of accredited information from which he culled his world view.
Far be it from us to imply that the internet could possibly contain a skewed version of the truth; that is not our point at all. Our point is that from the many billions of web pages that De Palma no doubt scoured for juicy stories of battalions-gone-bad, somewhere amongst the blood and gore there had to be stories from the other side. Mass media may be editing what they show to the public, but doesn't that beg the question of whether the same is true of content on the internet? For a film that trumpets TRUTH as its means to an end, we couldn't find anything authentic to hold on to whilst we were pummeled with atrocious acting, complete with desperately bad "hispanic" and "southern" accents, representations of YouTube, MySpace and other web sites that looked like they had been created on a Commodore64, exploitative snuff scenes and a closing sequence that is disgustingly laughable. Add in really wacky interstitials (think Late 1960's Laugh In) and you have a film that is an artistic explosion, and not in a good way.
What De Palma does an admirable job of portraying is just how crazy war makes people. In particular, after the beheading of one of their comrades by enemy combatants, two soldiers with apropos names ("Flake" and "Rush") discuss the death on video, saying that the fallen soldier was their very own "Private Ryan." This lame "tribute" is delivered while one of the men is wearing a duck on his head, giggling as if someone having their head cut off is the newest Brit-Brit crotch shot. If De Palma had added even a shred of humanity to any of these characters, then possibly this film could be seen as an indictment of the recent veto of the house appropriations bill to fund mental health treatment for veterans, but none of the characters are sympathetic enough for us to believe that they would even seek out mental health care.
Come to think of it, we would like to redact our earlier statement. There is one thing that is authentic about this film and it is that De Palma appears to have been so affected by seeing these stories on the world wide web, that he can't bear the weight of his rage and self-imposed guilt; he could not go on doing nothing - he had to make a film to expiate his patriotic demons. For that, we applaud him and the people who still fight for free speech. We just wish that he would have made a film that people would actually want to see.


